While he laid beside me in bed the other night, my oldest and I had a long, sweet talk. About school and growing up and monsters and God. I told him for the millionth time how proud I am of him and how happy he makes me. And I told him that I wished he'd stay young forever and that he'd always want to sneak into my room for late night talks. And he replied..."Mama, I love you, too. And I may not always want to sleep with you, but I'll always want to hang out with you. I promise."
Oh, how I hope so...
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